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The Division Bell

Chapter 6

I'm not the one you need

Do you think that I know something you don't know

What do you want from me

If I don't promise you the answers would you go

What do you want from me

Should I stand out in the rain

Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you

I'm not the one you need

The moon was still high in the sky when they reappeared on the lava field. Katie and Adrian lit their wands, and made their way back up the slope from the little crevasse that had held the eggs to where their broom lay propped against a rock. “Cho’s going to be upset she missed all the excitement,” said Adrian.

“Probably best she did,” said Katie in a serious voice. “You know how twitchy she is since the battle.”

“Yeah, watching Goldstein get roasted in front of her really was the capper, wasn’t it?”

“She’s so damaged,” said Katie sadly. “First Cedric, then the disaster with Harry, and then at last she gets a real love only to have him killed horribly right before her eyes.”

“I wish there was a way for her to say goodbye.”

Katie stopped in her tracks. There is, Adrian. There is. An idea took form in Katie’s mind. It would require visiting Luna and an uncomfortable conversation, but Katie was re-evaluating a lot of things in her life, and she and Adrian needed to talk.

I feel like a character in a fairy tale, Katie thought as she climbed toward the tall, round, black tower crowning the hill. The weather was rough, and she drew her cloak tighter. I know you can feel me coming, Luna. Tea would be nice. Katie smiled and thought about her friend. Luna had been changed by her imprisonment in the basement of Malfoy Manor. Her latent psychic ability had blossomed into an incredible talent, and a curse. She couldn’t be around more than a few people at a time for very long. The cacophony of other people’s thoughts would cause her intense headaches, and then she would lapse into unconsciousness.

Katie opened the gate to the small yard around the tower, and the front door opened. Neville Longbottom stood in the doorway regarding her with his jovial smile. “Katie?” he asked. “What brings you to Lovegood Tower?”

“Hey, Nev,” said Katie, and she hugged him. “Just need to borrow something from your wife.”

He nodded and stepped to the side to allow her in. “Luna’s upstairs in her study. I’ll bring tea up in a bit.” Neville looked at her and sighed. “You’re still on the job, aren’t you?”

“There’s still a lot of evil out there, Nev.”

He nodded. “Yes, but we’ve done our part. Let the next crew do their share.”

“You did your part, organizing the resistance in Hogwarts, leading the battle, killing the snake.”

“We all did our part,” he said earnestly. “I just held the sword.”

You did a lot more than that, Nev, a hell of a lot more. “Yeah, well, we’ll see.”

“It’s time, Katie Bell,” Neville said seriously. “There are people who need to prove themselves, people who missed the battle for any number of reasons and are ashamed that they did. Let them do their part.” he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes. “We’ve done ours.”

“I know, Nev. I know. I had some… well.” Katie took his hand from her shoulder and kissed it. “Let’s just see what happens next.” She smiled at him, and went up the stairs.

The pairing of Neville and Luna came as a complete shock to everyone who didn’t know them, but after the battle they should have known. The first person he sought out when the dust cleared was her, and he hardly let go of her hand for the rest of the morning. Neville had been terrified when she was dragged from the train by Avery and Yaxley. He ran to her car, but he couldn’t get there before the two Death Eaters had Apparated away with her. When his coin had warmed and he read the words “Safe for now, L.” he had collapsed on his bed in the Room of Requirement and wept in relief. That was when he knew.

Luna was sitting at her desk that faced one of the wide curved windows on the third floor. She turned and smiled. “Hello, Katie. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, Luna. I suppose you know why I’m here.”

“Your Occlumency skills are quite good. If I don’t try to look in your mind I don’t hear you.”

“Thanks. Well, then it can wait,” Katie looked into her friends eyes. “How are you, Luna?”

A radiant smile lit the blonde woman’s face. “I’m very well, thank you.” She pried herself out of her chair and waddled her seven months pregnant body over to the side board. A large jar with oddly shaped lumps floating in a clear brown liquid sat on the board, and Luna opened it. “Would you like a pickled pig’s foot? I just can’t get enough of them.” She pulled something that looked not quite edible from the jar.

“Um, no, thank you.” Katie chuckled. “Nev ready for fatherhood yet?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” Neville said as he entered the room carrying the tea tray. “If Hermione and George can be successful parents, I don’t see why Luna and I can’t do just as well.”

“We will be fine parents, my love,” Luna told him and kissed his cheek. “Just as Ronald and Lavender are.” She took a bite and shivered in pleasure.

Neville smiled, shook his head, kissed her brow, and laughed. “Only not so many.” He rolled his eyes and sat the tray on the side board. “My god, they’re up to three now, and it’s only been five years!”

Katie snorted. “Four. She’s pregnant again. I saw Ron at the Ministry a few days ago.” She laughed. “He looked like he’d been hit with a beater’s bat. Hopefully this one’s a boy, though; can’t imagine Ron and five women in one house. The poor man needs another male around.”

“Four!” Neville said wide eyed. He looked at his wife. “Promise me, Luna…”

“One and done, my love,” she said and kissed him. “Now, I think Katie came to do more than catch up on my condition and gossip.”

“I’ll just go back downstairs and finish my letter to Grand mum, then.” Neville turned to Katie. “Come back again soon, Katie. Luna loves your visits.”

And so do you. Katie thought as she watched him go down the spiral stairway. “He’s a good man.”

“Yes, yes he is. More than anyone guessed,” Luna said in her dreamy voice. She sat back in her chair and put her snack on a plate resting on the desk. “So, what’s brought you here?”

Katie paused, and she thought of what she would say next. Only she and Luna knew what Luna kept locked away. “I need it.” She settled on.

Luna’s demeanour changed in an instant. She wasn’t angry, but she was very serious. “Why?” she asked flatly.

“As we agreed, it’s to help.”

“Go on.”

Katie held her gaze. “Cho needs to say goodbye to Anthony.”

Luna closed her eyes. “Noble.” She sighed heavily and looked back at her. “I don’t know, Katie.”

“Luna, she looks well to everyone, but over the last two weeks I’ve been with her a lot. She’s not just ‘a little more nervous’ as people like to think. She’s a wreck. She has real trouble around men she doesn’t know, and she’s still having the nightmares.”

“We all have the nightmares.”

“She has them every night.”

Luna nodded. “What do you intend to do?”

“Good morning, Mrs. Goldstein. May I come in?” Katie stood in the doorway of the Goldstein’s terrace house in Berkshire.

“Please, Miss Bell. What brings you?”

The interior of the house was blue and white and spotless. Katie stood in the hallway, a stairway on her right leading up and a sitting room to her left. Down the hall a doorway lead to the kitchen. Katie smiled at Anthony’s mother. “I was wondering if I might have a look in Anthony’s room. It would be very helpful for an old friend.” Katie saw Mrs. Goldstein sag. “I’m sorry to bring up the memories, Mrs. Goldstein, I really am, but Cho..”

“Cho, Cho Chang?” the older woman said.

Katie smiled. “Yes”

Mrs. Goldstein looked up at her and smiled. A few tears fell. “She made Tony very happy.”

Katie drew the woman into a hug and let her own tears fall. “He never let us call him that.”

Anthony’s room was untouched. After opening the door Mrs. Goldstein had excused herself. She went to cry in private, Katie thought as she walked to his dresser and pulled a hair from his brush. “Thanks, Anthony. You’ll approve.” She put the hair in an envelope, and her hand went to her chin. “Hmm, Michael didn’t make it either, so nobody’s done this.” She crossed the room, sat on his bed, and slid her hand under the mattress. “Not there. Come on, Anthony, where’d you hide it?” The night stand drawer held a variety of objects from his childhood. “No.” She turned the nightstand around and smiled. A small slot held a stack of pictures. “There we are.”

The first picture was taken from his perspective as he looked down on a black haired girl sucking his cock. Katie chuckled when the girl looked up and it was an eighteen year old Cho. I expected some porn, but this sure is a surprise. The next picture was Cho spread wide and diddling herself for him. The next was Cho riding his cock. On they went, more than twenty taken on at least three different occasions. “I’ll just keep these for a while. Cho may want them some day,” she said as she slipped them in her pocket. “Got any more, Anthony?” She looked around for a bit more, and even got down on her hands and knees to look on the closet floor. All she found was a half-smoked pack of muggle cigarettes.

“Okay, no nasty surprises for mum when she finally sorts this out,” Katie said to the empty room. As she rose to leave she traced a picture of Anthony on the wall with her fingertips, smiled, and closed the door.

“Miss Bell?”

“Hello, Professor,” Katie said, and hugged the headmistress. “You’re looking well.”

Minerva McGonagall smiled and looked at her with scepticism. “I am looking eighty-two, and feeling every bit of it.” She gestured to a chair in her office. “Please.” Katie watched her walk to her chair. Her beloved professor still had the crisp walk she remembered, but there was a weariness in her slumped shoulders that she couldn’t hide. The room was filled with remembrances of Dumbledore, his silver instruments still smoked and clanked on the tables, the same desk and chair still sat by the window, and professor Dumbledore himself snoozed in his picture frame.

“What brings you back to Hogwarts on such a fine spring day?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“I’m helping a friend. I need to look in the Triwizard trophy case.”

“What for?”

Katie shifted and looked Professor McGonagall in the eyes. “It’s… I… “

Professor McGonagall looked at her in concern. “What is it Miss Bell?”

“Cho Chang and Oliver Wood,” Katie sighed. “They’re having a harder time than a lot of folks dealing with… you know… stuff.”

“What sort of ‘stuff?’”

“They both lost the one they loved in the war, they’re both so…” She huffed, at a loss for words. “I want to help them say goodbye.”

The older woman nodded. “I don’t want to know any more than that, do I?”

Katie smiled at her. “Probably not.”

“Well, Katie, you are a true Gryffindor. That, you have proved over and over.” The headmistress picked up a parchment on her desk. “Do whatever you need; I will let Filch know you’re here. Oh, and give Kingsley my regards when you see him again.”

“I’ll be sure and do that.”

“Just a little something, Cedric,” Katie said to the trophy case she stood in front of. “Come on.” The robes Cedric wore during the final task hung at the back of the cabinet. His egg sat on a stand at the bottom of the case, and all around it were mementos of his time at Hogwarts. His Prefect badge, a program from the Yule Ball, his Quidditch gloves, an essay on transfiguration with a large green “O” in professor McGonagall’s handwriting at the top, and a few photos of Cedric and his friends at Hogsmeade.

Katie couldn’t find a hair on the robes, so she picked up a glove and shook it. Some dust poofed out of it, and then a small grey-white sliver fell to the hardwood floor. She smiled as she dropped the piece of fingernail in an envelope. “Thanks, Ced.”

Cho was dressed in her standard evening attire for lounging around her flat: almost nothing. When the bell rang on her door, she was very surprised. Pulling her dressing gown tighter, Cho walked down the short hall to the front door. “Yes?” she called.

“Hi, Cho, it’s me, Katie,” she heard from the other side.

Katie smiled when Cho opened the door. Her gown slipped open, revealing her bare left breast and red, lacy knickers. “Mind if I come in?” she asked.

“Please.”

Katie walked down the small hallway and sat on the couch. “I need to talk to you, Cho, and I need you to not be scared.”

“All right,” Cho said in a cautious tone. “What about?”

Katie looked at the floor and then back up to the beautiful woman. “Anthony.”

Cho started to shiver and worry her hands together. “Um, I …” She shook her head. “No, no.” She stood. “You should leave. Yes, that’s best.” She paced nervously. “Yes, you should go. I can’t… I won’t-” she started to shake in earnest.

Katie stood and wrapped her carefully in a hug. “Calm down,” she said as she stroked Cho’s back. “Calm down. You’re going to like this, I’m positive.”

The black haired woman shook in her arms. “I can’t talk about… all l can see…” She burst into tears.

“I’m going to bring him back so you can say a proper goodbye.”

Cho froze, and then drew back and looked at her. “Nothing can bring him back, you know that,” she said as tears cascaded down her face.

Katie smiled knowingly. “Actually, there is one thing.”

The afternoon was too bright and clear for how Katie felt. So many were dead, and more were wounded. Hagrid, her favourite professor, was lying on the grass next to the pastel blue Beauxbatons carriage as she walked past. Madam Maxime cooed over him, tending the myriad bites, cuts and burns he had sustained during the fight. At least he’s alive. Colin wasn’t, Professor Lupin and his wife weren’t. Anthony, Michael, and so many others weren’t, and they weren’t even sure about Lavender yet. Katie snorted a grim laugh. Everyone had been nodding knowingly at each other when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had showed up with Hermione possessively hanging onto Ron’s hand, but just an hour ago, when Ron had been told how badly Lavender had been hurt, he had dashed from the great hall to be with her in the hospital wing. Hermione, looking hurt and angry, had fallen into George’s arms, crying. He’s the one for you anyway, Hermione.

Katie was walking without purpose or direction when she found herself at the edge of the forest. The sun was starting make her robes uncomfortable, so she decided the cool of the forest would be better. She chose a battered path and delved deeper into the woods. After ten or fifteen minutes she became aware of someone in front of her, and she quickened her pace. Around a bend in the path she saw who it was. Luna Lovegood was striding purposefully into the darkest part of the forest, and Katie sped up to follow.

After a few more minutes she started to see spider signs. The huge arachnids scared the living hell out of Katie, but she drew her wand and continued following Luna. Unconcerned with the increasing amount of webs that draped over everything around her, Luna strode on as if drawn toward something. No spiders showed themselves, and Katie was very thankful. Suddenly they came to a large clearing and Luna stopped a few yards into it.

“Accio!” she cried, and not far from where she stood a stone rose from the ground and flew to her outstretched hand. “You can show yourself, Katie. I’ve known you were there from the start.”

Katie dispelled the dissolution and stepped forward to Luna’s side. “How?”

“I felt you.” Luna looked into her eyes and nodded. “Katie, we all saw many things we wish we hadn’t. For instance, I witnessed Walden Macnair kill Colin Creevey.”

Katie looked down, and Luna squeezed her hand. She looked back up into Luna’s eyes.

“And we all did things we wish we hadn’t. For instance, after Walden Macnair killed Colin Creevey, I cast Cruciatus on him fourteen times in succession. I believe he was dead at twelve.” Luna said it with such detached matter-of-factness that a chill ran down Katie’s spine. “You are quite correct to be frightened, but we will all put away the monster we can be.” She tilted her head to the side. “Unless someone makes us bring it back out.”

“How…”

“I can hear them, your thoughts. I can hear a lot of things people think now. Your thoughts are fairly pleasant, many back in the hall are not. I had to leave.” She looked down at the stone in her hand. “To answer the question in your mind, this is the resurrection stone.” She paused and nodded. “Yes, the one from the Tale of the Three Brothers. It is one of the Deathly Hallows.”

“How did you know it was here?”

“I saw it in Harry’s mind. He was obsessing about it, wanting to find it and keep it safe. I made him forget his obsession, and then I came here to retrieve it.”

You can make people forget things without the Obliviate spell?

“Apparently.”

“What are you going to do with it?” Katie asked out loud, and pointing at the stone.

“Watch.” Luna turned the stone in her hand.

A mist formed before them and in a swirl, became the form of a woman. She was tall, thin and blonde. Her face had large, blue eyes and she smiled at them. “Hello, my Luna, you have the stone.”

Luna smiled at her mother, and a few tears slid down her face. “I wanted to see you once more, and to tell you that we have won against the Dark Lord, and to tell you that I love you.”

“You have done very well, my Luna, and I love you too. How is your father?”

“Father was tortured and thrown into Azkaban, but he has been rescued and moved to Saint Mungo’s, where he is recuperating. I received an owl from him a few hours ago, and I will see him tomorrow. He will be fine, but I do not intend to tell him of the stone.”

Her mother smiled and nodded. “That is for the best. You are very wise, my Luna. Is there a young man?”

Luna smiled broadly. “Yes!”

Katie’s head snapped to the side, and she gaped at Luna. This was a surprise.

“I heard a friend’s thoughts today.” Luna became dreamier than normal. “It was lovely. He was hugging me and telling me how happy he was that I survived, and I couldn’t help but hear the thoughts he had about me. I was very pleased to find that he feels about me the way I feel about him. He also had some intensely sexual thoughts that I found appealing as well. I intend to seduce him tonight.”

Her mother smiled. “Have you ever been with a man?”

“No. It will be the first time for both of us, but I have studied. I’m sure that with enough practice we will have as good a sex life as you and father had.”

Katie was stunned. She couldn’t imagine having this conversation with her mother.

Luna’s mother nodded. “That is wonderful, my sweet Luna. You have grown into a strong, powerful woman, and I am very proud of you. You have more than earned your reward. Teach him well.”

“Thank you, mum. I miss you.” She wiped her face. “And now I feel we must say good bye.”

“Yes, we should not linger, though the temptation is great. Good bye, my Luna. Love well.”

“Good bye, Mum.”

Luna handed the stone to Katie and her mother vanished. “I’m happy you followed me, Katie. This is too large a thing for one person alone.”

Katie smiled at Luna Lovegood. How could anyone not like her? She understood what Luna meant about the stone and how important it was, but that didn’t matter to her at that moment. “Yeah, I agree, but we’ll talk about that later. Who is he?” she asked excitedly.

Luna smiled and blushed. She looked just like any other young woman in love. “Can you believe I am so privileged? Neville Longbottom is in love with me.”

Katie looked into Cho’s red rimmed eyes. “No one can know what we do here today. This is just between you and me and Anthony.”

“I still don’t… how?” Cho was trembling in fear and excitement.

“I am going to use Polyjuice and change into Anthony’s body. Then I have something very special that will allow him to come back through the veil. I will perform a spell that allows him to use my body, and for as long as I have his form, he will be able to use it.” She caressed Cho’s cheek. “I brought enough of the potion to last two hours.”

Cho started to speak, choked on her tears, and tried again before Katie stopped her. “I know. Go to your room and get ready for him. When you hear his voice, come back out.”

Cho hugged her very hard, and sobbing, she went to her room.

Katie pulled a small necklace from her bag and hung it around her neck. The stone that hung from it was cracked and blackened. The sign of the Hallows was still clearly visible though, and thinking of Anthony, Katie spun the stone. Anthony coalesced out of the mist that formed in front of her.

“Katie?” he asked. “Why have you brought me back?”

“Cho.”

He smiled. “How is she?”

“Profoundly fucked up, Tony” She shook her head. “She needs to say goodbye to you. Will you help me help her?’

He nodded. “Anything,” he said in a tight voice.

“Good,” Katie pulled a phial from her robes and held it up. “Polyjuice.” The she pulled the envelope from her pocket, tore it open, and carefully picked the hair from it. “From your brush in your room, it’s yours, right?”

“Yes, but…”

Katie smiled at him. “I know, just wait.” She dropped the hair into the potion and watched as it turned a purple the colour of a sunset. “Pretty.” She banished her clothes, downed the contents of the phial, and grimaced as the changes began. She gained eight inches in height almost immediately, her hair shrank back and curled, and she felt the very odd sensation of sprouting a cock. “Nice one, Anthony,” she said as she stroked it and felt herself become hard. “Okay, step into me.’

“What?”

“Step into my… your body.”

“That will work?”

“It will when I do the charm.”

“Okay?” he said sceptically.

Katie felt a chill as Anthony occupied the same space she held. She drew her wand and waved it in front of her chest. “Ectosymbius!” she said, and Anthony was there in her mind with her. “Cast Somnus on me,” she told him.

Anthony took control of her body and held her wand in front of their face. “Thank you so much, Katie. Somnus Bell.”

Katie’s consciousness fell away and Anthony was left alone in her body in his form. “Thanks, Katie,” he whispered. He bent and picked up her outer robe from the floor, then draped it around his shoulders. It came to mid calf, but it covered him enough that he didn’t feel his nakedness would be a distraction for Cho, until he wanted it to be. “Cho,” he called.

The bedroom door opened slowly, and haltingly Cho stepped into the sitting room, her eyes glued to his face.

A few tears slid down his face. “Hey, Chi Chi,” he said softly.

A flood of tears cascaded down her face at his use of the pet name that he had given her. She ran across the room and threw herself into his arms.

First there were more tears, then there were kisses, then her hands were inside his robe and his were on her. He swept her dressing gown from her shoulders and began lavishing kisses on every part of her he could touch. Down her neck, her shoulders, and then he knelt and took her breasts in his hands. “So beautiful,” he whispered. His tongue flicked her nipples and she moaned in pleasure and desire. While he suckled her, one hand slid up her thigh to her knickers. Anthony smiled when he found her hot wet sex covered by the thin fabric.

He pushed the material aside and slid his finger into her. Cho hugged his head to her chest and shuddered. “Anthony,” she sighed. “I love you so much.”

Anthony stood and shrugged his robe from his shoulders. With a practiced deftness, he swept his arms under her legs and around her back, and then he carried her to the couch. With tenderness and care he gently set her down and then pulled her knickers from her legs. His tongue travelled up her thigh, he spread her folds with his fingers, and then Cho gasped and shivered while he swirled his tongue over her. He knew her. He knew what she liked, he knew what brought her to breathless orgasms, and with skill and love he took her there. Her thighs clamped around his head and she screamed. He hips bucked and shook side to side, her hands clawed softly in his hair, and her breath came in huffing pants.

“Oh gods, Anthony, oh, fuck,” she said, breathing hard.

He gave her a few seconds and started up again. She gasped and shuddered under him but he didn’t relent. Flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue then bearing down and swirling over the whole of her pussy, he brought her back to the edge in moments. Anthony grinned, moved his hand under his chin and slid his middle finger into her.

“EEeeeeIIIIIAAAHHA” she cried as a huge orgasm ripped through her. “Oh, Anthony! Take me, fuck me now!” And he did.

Anthony knelt at the edge of the couch and wrapped his arms around Cho’s thighs. With a little lift he pulled her to him. He smiled again and slapped his cock against her clit repeatedly. Cho squirmed under him; it was one of her favourite things. Then he rubbed it along her wet slick folds and entered her in one stroke. “I love you, Chi Chi. I love you so.” His hands were sweeping over her, her sides, her breasts, her legs, and then he found her clit and thumbed it in small rapid circles. She squealed and cursed and came again.

“Lay on the floor,” she commanded. He pulled from her, rocked back on his knees and slumped sideways down onto the rug. Cho was on him seconds later. She rode him with a wild abandon, thrashing her head back and forth, her hair whirling around her. “Oh god, Anthony, it’s been so long.” She ground her hips on him and shook.

“Come on down here, Chi Chi,” he said and pulled her down to lie on his chest. Anthony grabbed an arse cheek in each hand and rapidly thrust himself into her, pounding her.

“Oh gods, yes,” she cried, and hugged herself to him as he shook her whole body with the force of his thrusts. “Come on, Anthony, go ahead, come on…”

Anthony felt himself on the verge, and with all his might he concentrated. Germinio! he thought as he came.

Katie woke and looked up into Cho’s face. She was crying, but she was also happy. “Thank you, Katie,” Cho said, and kissed her.

“You’re welcome,” said Katie. “It went well.”

“Very.”

Katie took in her surroundings. They were in Cho’s bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. The late afternoon sun was throwing a shaft of light into the centre of the room. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and Katie smiled. “Are you going to be okay? I don’t want to leave until I’m sure.”

“I’ll be better than okay, Katie.” Cho hugged her. “I can remember him now without seeing… It was always there, in my head, every time I closed my eyes it was right there. Now it’s not. I see him.” She closed her eyes, smiled contentedly, and laid her head on Katie’s breast. “We made love three times, we talked, we cried.” Katie felt Cho hug her again. “And we were able to say goodbye.”

“I’m glad,” said Katie. She looked at Cho seriously. “It can’t happen again.”

She nodded. “I know. It doesn’t need to. I’ll see him again someday, and he told me to move on, to find someone. I think I can do that now.” Cho kissed her again. “Thank you, my noble Gryffindor friend.”

“Katie?” Oliver Wood stood in the doorway of his London flat. Her appearance at his door was completely unexpected. “What brings you here?”

She laughed to herself. “You, you big wanker. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said, and opened the door wide to let her in. “How have you been?”

How have I been? I’ve been wasting my life moping over you, that’s how I’ve been. “Very busy,” she answered.

“You look great.”

She smiled at him. It still warmed her to hear his honest praise. “Just got back from two weeks on a mission in Hawaii. The job does have its side benefits.”

“Not enough,” he said, and motioned her to take a chair in the sitting room

Katie perched on the arm of one. “Yeah, well, that may be changing.”

“Really?”

“Maybe,” she said. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

“So why are you here?”

She looked around his flat. It showed the successful Oliver Wood to the world, but it had no soul. His awards and trophies were in a case, attesting to his success in professional Quidditch, but there were no mementos of a lover. The flat could have belonged to a priest. There wasn’t a hint of anyone but Oliver. She looked at him sadly, and answered his question. “To help you and to set you free.”

Oliver stepped out of his bedroom, and Cedric stood naked before him.

“Oliver,” he said, and they fell together. “My brave Gryffindor.”

“Oh, Ced.” Oliver wrapped his arms around Cedric and pulled him into a heated kiss. His hands went to Cedric’ chest and ran over the smooth, hard pectoral muscles. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” And they were kissing again. It was hard and heated and desperate. Oliver struggling with Cedric for dominance, it was always that way. Oliver would press forward commandingly, only to have Cedric forcefully battle back to a superior position. All the while, their hands were on each other.

Somehow they had wandered into the kitchen. The back of Oliver’s legs collided with the edge of the table. He smiled into Cedric’s lips and spun him around. With a gentle push to the chest he nudged Cedric onto the table. Then he kissed his way down his chest, past his navel, and took the head of Cedric’s cock in his mouth. He smiled with joy, it had been so long.

“Oh, fuck, Ollie. You are the best.”

Oliver backed off a moment. “I hope I still remember how.” He took him again, as far as he could.

Cedric moaned and slumped back on the table while Oliver bobbed his head over Cedric’s cock. “You still ‘av got it, my deepest love. Ohhhhh!” The moan was deep and throaty. Oliver worked his tongue and lips together on his cock, and Cedric was writhing on the table. “All right, okay, your turn.”

Cedric wedged himself up off the table and stood. “You have clothes on, you nasty man,” he said and peeled Oliver’s outer robe off him. Cedric stroked his lover’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. “Still as hard as I remember.” Oliver’s shirt was off in seconds, and then Cedric undid his snap and dragged Oliver’s trousers and pants down in one as he knelt. “So glorious,” he said, and kissed the head of the cock before him. Cedric slowly opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the ruby coloured knob. He flicked his tongue along the ridge and over the slit, and then he took him as far as he could.

Oliver gasped. He had forgotten. Cedric ran his fingers lightly and slowly through the hair on Oliver’s bollocks. He teased him, and stroked him, and cupped his bum. Then he prodded at Oliver’s opening with his middle finger. Oliver spread his feet a bit wider and Cedric pressed his finger into him.

“Oh, fuck, Ced.” Oliver shook and tangled his hands in Cedric’s hair.

Cedric laughed. “I thought I might fuck you first,” he said and took him again.

Oliver was in heaven. Cedric had mastered him long ago, and he was showing just how well. His tongue fluttered over his cock, his fingers twiddled his bollocks, and the other hand had a finger in his arse doing magical things. Cedric added another to it and Oliver felt Cedric stretching him, preparing him. “I want you,” Cedric said as he stood. He pushed Oliver back onto the table and pulled his legs up to drape over his shoulders. He spit heavily into his hand and wiped it over his cock, then he pressed it to Oliver’s arse.

Oliver grabbed behind his knees and pulled them down to allow Cedric unobstructed access. His lover grasped his own cock in one hand and Oliver’s in the other. With a delicious slowness he eased into him. “Oh, fuck, Ced. Oh, fuck. Oh, God,” he panted. Cedric smiled wickedly and started jerking him.

“I remember you liked it this way,” said Cedric. He was easing himself out and then slowly filling Oliver again and again, jerking Oliver’s cock in time with his thrusts. “I want to see you come, Ollie. Want you to come all over yourself and then I want to lick it off you.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts, and soon both of them were clutching at each other, pushing against each other, striving to be one.

“All for you, Ced, all for you,” Oliver said, and his cock pumped a large wad of cum onto his stomach and chest.

“Oh, Gods I love you, Ollie,” said Cedric. He plopped his hands down on the table on either side of Oliver and kissed his chest, licking the come he found there. A few thrusts later and Cedric cried out and came.

Oliver felt him hissing and licking and then his face was in front of him and they were kissing. He tasted himself on Cedric and hugged him hard. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too, Ollie.”

Katie woke looking into Oliver’s tear lined face. “I love you,” he was saying over and over. At one point in her life Katie would have died of happiness at those words from him. Now they made her a little sad. “Oliver,” she said. “Oliver!” she shook him.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m here.” He sniffed hard and looked at her with a fragile smile. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“You going to be okay now?” she asked softly, and caressed his hair.

“Yeah. Ced… he told me to move on. He loves me and wants me to be happy.” He laughed weakly. “He even suggested a few he thought might be good prospects.”

“Good,” she said and hugged him. They were lying in the middle of the sitting room floor, a blanket was under them, Oliver was leaning over her, and Katie looked up into his eyes. “The Division Bell is ringing for you now, Oliver.”
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The Division Bell